Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

And I Can't Be Running Back And Fourth Forever Between Grief And High Delight.

He Seemed Unaware Of The Messiness Of The Arrangement.

If You're Going To Say The Jesus Prayer, At Least Say It To Jesus, And Not To St. Francis And Seymour And Heidi's Grandfather All Wrapped Up In One.

Listen," He Said. "if You Was A Fish, Mother Nature'd Take Care Of You, Wouldn't She? Right? You Don't Think Them Fish Just Die When It Gets To Be Winter, Do Ya?" No, But--" You're Goddam Right They Don't

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally.